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AMBUSH PREDATOR

AMBUSH PREDATOR

The tiger 
full of splendour 
a true defender 
hunter 
no pretender
never will he
surrender 

He creeps,
he crawls.
he has sharp teeth
he has big paws.
his hind legs gives him 
the speed he needs 
his large teeth 
from which he feeds  
The tiger so majestic 
Yet a dying breed
 
He sits and waits
anticipates 
contemplates 
he’s an ambush predator 
a go getter 
but he knows better 
he knows not to attack a herd
instead be patient  
let one slip away 
he’s got the time 
he’s got all day 
while his cubs back home 
frolic and play
his eyes stay transfixed 
on his unaware prey 

There one goes 
a straddler
all alone 
he’s injured 
left on its own 
the tiger sees his chance 
to pounce
a flash of colour 
he now preannounced 

He leaves the grass in a flash 
a sudden run
a sudden dash 
kicks up the dust into the air 
the wilder beast is caught unaware 
the chase is on 
a flash of fur

The tiger 
this majestic beast 
catches up with ease 
his sharp claws dig into her hide 
he brings her down 
with so much pride 
fear now sits behind her eyes 

His sharp teeth grip her throat 
he squeezes tight with all his might 
The wilder beast has lost this fight 
The light dims from within her eyes 
depriving her of oxygen 
the wilder beast no longer runs 
instead becomes the tigers lunch 
 

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